Corruption and Conversion

Chapter 1

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A.N. Hello my dudes. So I was bored during quarantine and decided to write a story. I hasn't been edited properly so it might have mistakes. Feel free to leave constructive criticism and i'll revise the chapters a little later. Well I hope you enjoy this little project of mine. 

Hope to see you in later chapters

Kiwi😉(^///^)

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Tye sauntered through the streets of The Outskirts radiating an aura of determination and pride. Her mask's soulless eyes stared straight ahead not bothering to acknowledge the crumbling buildings and the reek of sewers.

Her black cloak flowed around her feet scraping the floor, gathering dirt and grime.

She saw few people, which was all for the better. Her tall and confident demeanor would attract too much attention if she was seen by the wrong people.

Though she was careful, her cloak to hide her well known frame, it did little to mask the tensing in her shoulders, or the urgentness of her steps.

The Outskirts had become Tye's second home being called there so often for jobs that she knew the streets by heart.

Though she hated the prying eyes of onlookers watching her every move with their piercing eyes that seemed to burn into the core of her being, she still took the jobs.

Fenrir-or as most people called it The Black Dog-was a well revered bodyguarding agency. They took jobs no matter the client-or at least that's what they said-though most agents would refuse something that went beyond The Third Wall.

It had been a problem a few years ago, as nobody was accepting the jobs that paid the most, causing a financial crash to the agency.

Then their supposed saving grace, Tye, had come to find a job. Working for the agency since the age of sixteen, she had probably gone on more jobs than people twice her age and had more experience than half of them combined.

After five long years and a perfect record, Tye was still the only one that would willingly take jobs beyond The Third Wall.

Everyone asked why. Why she wouldn't say no, or why she would accept jobs that no one wanted but decline ones that everyone did.

The answer, at least in Tye's mind, was simple. The higher paying the job and the further away from The Circle it was, the more dangerous. More dangerous meant more fun.

She had taken one job inside The Circle and she regretted it dearly. It had been an entire night of mind numbing boredom. The pearly white walls seemed to close in on her, swirling the dozens of voices into a jumbling mess and a dull buzz. Practically falling asleep on her feet, she vowed never to take another one of those again, and she very much stuck to that.

She could never understand why anyone would willingly go and stand for hours on end listening to the Governors latest gossip-who cheated on who, who had some dark secret waiting to be revealed, who had some other this or that- it drove her mad.

On the other hand, Tye much preferred the rowdy and chaotic gala's and gatherings of her current recurring clients.

Everyone else at the agency saw them as dangerous criminals-which wasn't wrong- and saw anyone in The Circle equivalent to a god-which was very wrong.

Perhaps why Tye liked the jobs in The Outskirts was because she knew it well. The chaotic energy that seemed to pulse for the very ground itself, the unpredictable people, working with known criminals, all kept her on her toes and she loved it.